"There is no need for a thorough investigation, as the murderer can already be basically identified."
As the door was pushed open, the woman's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet conference room, suddenly stirring up a thousand ripples like a bomb thrown onto a calm lake surface.
In the rising and falling gasps of breath, everyone's gaze was cast onto the woman slowly walking up to the podium, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.
In just one week, Amelia Foster had found out what the Department of Homeland Security couldn't solve and had no choice but to let go, which was just too incredible.
Amelia walked in rather hastily, her breathing slightly rapid. Ignoring the questioning and disdainful gazes, she calmly inserted her USB flash drive into the computer, and lines of black text appeared on the big screen.
She had run in all the way, sweat damping her broken hair on her forehead, and her cheeks were a little flushed, looking somewhat disheveled.
